I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 102 Compensation for a skirt of the vice president

He doesn't know if he has ever fought for a woman in his life.

All he knew was that he really wanted to fight her hard now.

The perennial smile on his face was gone.

Holding the test paper in his hand, he looked at her coldly.

What does this woman want to do?
Jiang Chacha: "Tongzi, you are awesome!"

[I am omnipotent, you don't understand that, don't you! 】

Ginger tea:...

It is a real dog.

She felt that sometimes it was really impossible to give the dog system a good look, otherwise it would kick its nose in the face.

The driver has stopped the car.

She didn't care about 21 or Wen Huaizhi's mood, so she opened the door and got out of the car.

She turned her head and saw that Huai Zhi was still sitting in the car, she continued to smile: "Why isn't the president getting out of the car?"

"Sir President, you shouldn't be a person who doesn't keep integrity, right?"

Under the sun, she smiles happily, and anyone will be infected by her smile.

She laughed so happily, but Wen Huaizhi just wanted to tear her smiling face apart.

He also smiled: "Of course I will keep my promise."

After speaking, he got out of the car with gloomy eyes.

Jiang Chacha didn't expect that, she just looked out of the window by chance, and was so lucky to find such a clothing store.

If something is really missing, God will send it over.

It's still free! !
Although there is a little immorality in doing so, who made him lose.

And he is usually so wicked, it's not too much for her to cheat him a little, right?
Seeing Jiang Chacha who was walking in front lightly pushed open the glass door, Wen Huaizhi creased the door slightly, and followed in.

He still didn't understand what she was going to do.

She schemed against him, just for a skirt?
And, how on earth did she solve that problem.

This store is a studio set up by a small foreign designer. It is the only store in the country. The store only sells skirts, and there are various styles of skirts. It is said that each skirt is the original design of this designer, and Only one piece of each design is handmade.

That said, the dress you get is out of this world.

This kind of light luxury brand that pursues individuality naturally serves the upper-class ladies and daughters, and of course there are also famous and famous actresses in the entertainment industry who customize here.

As soon as Jiang Chacha walked in, she was almost blinded by the extravagant lighting in the studio. Every brick here made her feel very rich, and the decoration gave off a feeling of extravagance.

Wen Huaizhi walked to her side, took a look, and moved his jaw closer to her.

His eyes were as cold as water, and his lips curled up slightly as always, "Vice President, what exactly do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? I just want a skirt."

"..."

He really didn't expect that she plotted against him only for a skirt.

Seeing Jiang Chacha ask the clerk to take down the dress she saw displayed in the window just now, and then try it on in the fitting room, Wen Huaizhi fell silent.

When he had nothing to do, he listened to the clerk explaining to him the source and inspiration of each dress with great enthusiasm.

After hearing the price.

Wen Huaizhi fell silent.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

She had picked a good place.

Money is not a problem, but Wen Huaizhi can't figure it out.

He couldn't figure out which step he took wrong, and he had come to such a point.

He would pay the vice president for a skirt?
Or go to the store with her to buy a skirt in person?
A crack appeared on Wen Huaizhi's gentle face, which gradually became gloomy.

He still can't figure it out.

He loathes this woman.

Listening to the clerk's explanation, Wen Huaizhi has no patience at all, and will only become more irritable.He gently asked the clerk to leave, his words were just the right courtesy, and seeing the clerk looking at him with admiration, he left quietly without disturbing him anymore.

There was no expression on his face, he didn't even bother to smile, and he was irritable.

No smoking in the store.

Although customers like him smoke, the clerk dare not say anything.

Wen Huaizhi pushed open the glass door, stood on the side of the road, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and played with the silver lighter in his hand for a while before lighting it up.

He bit a cigarette and lowered his head to reach the flame.

He happened to be standing outside the display window at this time, and inside the glass display window was a light yellow and brilliant warm color light. At this time, the sky gradually dimmed and turned into dark blue. His person was of a cool color, even his skin color became cold. White, but the stubble near the glass window, as well as the stiff suit fabric on the shoulders, are all wrapped in a layer of warm yellow light.

Like a warm fire melting ice.

The wind blew the black stubble on his forehead, the corners of the collar of his uniform fluttered, and the flame of the lighter also swayed with the wind, and the light yellow flame shone into his deep, dark eyes, filling a cloud of darkness. Layer scorching temperature.

The wind continued to blow, and with a snap, he closed the lid of the lighter without emotion, put it in his pocket, and held the cigarette with the other hand, smoking.

The pale smoke blurred his eyebrows and eyes, as if to polish his temperament, making him look more storytelling and flavorful.

His appearance attracted many girls walking past with shopping bags on the side of the road.

Seeing them blushing and peeking at him, Wen Huaizhi paused holding the cigarette hand, then bent down his fox eyes and gave them a gentle smile.

When such an elegant nobleman made such a move towards him, the faces of those girls turned even redder. Either they walked away shyly, or they were hesitant to approach him for a contact information.

The darker the sky, the brighter the inside of the window.

Wen Huaizhi took another puff of cigarette in a muffled voice, turned slightly sideways, looked inside, and saw that Jiang Chacha had already changed into that skirt, and she was walking out of the dressing room with the hem of the skirt carefully.

Mermaid skirts have always been the most figure-testing.

Wearing it, under this harsh skirt design, any flaw in the figure will be magnified countless times.

It is a test of women's figure lines.

The one Jiang Chacha chose in a daze was a tube top style. Her snow-white swan neck and arms were exposed in the air, and her delicate skin exuded an inexplicable fragrance.

She walked slowly to the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

From his angle, she was sideways.

So that, he can appreciate her slender waist and her plump buttocks more intuitively.

Wen Huaizhi was expressionless, stunned for a moment, and took a puff of cigarette calmly.

Ok.

Take a breath and calm down.

(End of this chapter)